When the lilacs begin to bloom and the forest floor turns into a sea of white lily of the valley, that is when I miss you most of all. The air grows heavy with perfume, drifting through my memories like mist through birch trees — soft and persistent, quietly calling me back. When your nights…
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All I Wanted
When I was a little girl and someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I never hesitated. I didn’t dream of empires or impressive careers. I simply said, “a mum.” That was all I ever wanted. Not just in name, but in the deepest, most wholehearted way. To love. To…
The Sacred Pause
To grow, we must rest. It’s a truth woven deep into the rhythm of life — so obvious in nature, yet so easily forgotten in the noise of our busy days. But the earth remembers. Even the richest soil must needs to take a break. Rest is not the end of life — it is…
Completely Alive
The night couldn’t be more perfect for a stroll along the beach. The breeze is gentle, and the sea mirrors its stillness. I inhale deeply, letting the scents of the evening fill my senses—the salty mist in the air, the refreshing scent of eucalyptus drifting from the trees nearby. My toes sink into the sand,…
The Joy of Writing
In the quiet spaces between breaths, in the soft stillness of the soul, there exists a flame that flickers and dances — a passion ignited by the simple stroke of a pen upon paper, or the gentle tap of keys beneath waiting fingertips. It is not loud. It does not demand attention. But it burns…
A Dream
There we were today, Peter and I, sitting in the cosy backyard of our favourite café, wrapped in the warmth of the summer sun and the easy comfort of conversation. Amid the soft hum of voices and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a question rose quietly between us: what would be the one…
True Beauty
During my visit to the hospital to see my mum today, I shared an elevator with an elderly couple. They got off one floor before me. Witnessing the elderly gentleman gently take the lady’s hand and leave the lift together made my world pause. Holding the lift door open a bit longer, I observed the…
Apples of Gold 